#GivingUp #Heartache #LosingYourDreams
What’s of the eyes if not to see - a darkness on the land, perpetuated by a world that will not understand. What’s of the ears if not to hear…
It’s a feeling that has no words t… when the late autumn leaves fade c… Quietly waving a final goodbye in the chill as morning mist hover… It’s something between a pure feel…
I woke up this morning to the drip… then lie there just thinking how p… Wrapped in the moment, reflecting… how totally different my life is b… I long ago finally came to myself,
How vast is the reach of the unive… How great be the distance between… How far in both ways does the leng… What distance exists between God… Illusive the answer to each of the…
This is the reason I do what I do… A rhyme, a song in shades of blue. Connections made to a million ties… The longing stare of a million eye… Peering out from the darkness, sou…
Was Earth created by God’s hand a… when scientific findings seem to d… Is it possible that all things for… The odds against are infinite so,… For no one thinks a tool exists wi…
He did it because no one else coul… Hands raised in praise, yet so few… I guess it’s enough just to know t… but there’s more I wanted to under… I sought for an answer, unwritten…
Greatness... Born of hearts desire, flame of inner fire. Dies to quiet fear, fades and disappears or,
As lightening shone and thunder bl… I danced the dance that dancers do… They danced it back and asked if… would mind them dancing through th… I thought no harm could come of th…
Naive enough to believe that it’s… the world spins around the old red… God set it up, and so surely it’s… He’ll keep it forever, I’m sure h… to return some fine day and then n…
Sometimes it doesn’t go the way you thought it would at all. Sometimes the pieces all line up though randomly they fall. Sometimes I guess you’re better o…
A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…
So tired of fighting, don’t feel like writing here in the dark of the night. As I sit here and sit with my head full of shit
The words have fallen silent now a… The pills have taken over and I d… My bags have all been packed for m… Not car nor driver fits this mysti… The hallway doors each filled with…
I’ve never liked the winds of chan… they bring the cold and driving ra… destroying what was calm and warm and leaving nothing but the storm. They make me have to rise and flee